Best Tyrant Poems


Premium Member Beware the Tyrant

Tyrants fat upon their moon
With untold minions to command...
Knew a diversion would be needed
As malcontent laid waste the land.
They yearn to cast aspersion
By letting forth a hellish storm
Against those of us far far away
With thoughts different from their own.
What about the children?
They shriek about the public square.
We must squash their parents' freedom
To show truly how we care.
Children are the future
And must parrot what we say.
It's up to us to know what's right
When parents lose their way.
Mount your horses... beat the drums...
We must forge our discontent.
A child is far too sacred
To be left with those of ill intent.

I know scant about these people
But know their moon's a mess.
It's odd their eyes have strayed so far
With local grievances to address.
It's an illusion old as time itself...
To cast a weary outward gaze
On those who differ from themselves
To foment some distant craze.
So here I stand... sword in hand
As they mount the castle walls...
While Tyrants mark a distant hill
To watch my city fall.
If only a word to bend the ear
Of those who wish my end of days.
Your rancor is misguided...
Let the children find their way.
But I knew the cost of liberty
Where a penance now was due.
As freedom has a shelf life
When you share not the Tyrant's view.

               The End

Beware Tyrant

BEWARE TYRANT

Thou cannot be all
The executive, legislative and bench
Thy powers are in others
Who recognizes your

Thou could never be 
The importer and exporter
The manufacturer and consumer
The farmer and the banker

How can thou be?
The employer and the employee
The governor and the governe’
The actor and the audience

Think about
 And redress, for you’re, but one

Premium Member Tyrant Tears and Fears

Married for eleven years
It began simply, with daily tears

It wasn’t always bad
Yet on most days I felt terribly sad

The good times were great
No indication of our eventual fate

Together we spawn two children
Early in life they knew the bail bondsman

He began to own me, to assert his control
Eerily I descend deeper into a hellhole

We were together, I was alone
So much fear, I keep my children near
What to do, where to go
Questions I pose but answers I don’t know

I’m so afraid
I realize, my trust I’ve mislaid

I have no skills, I don’t work
If I did, perhaps only a clerk
He uses this against me, wryly offering a smirk

I know I can change him
I love him
He tells me not to worry
He tells me he’s sorry

He is a tyrant
I shed tears
He plays upon my fears

He dominates
He controls
He possesses
He has stolen my voice
Until the day he gave me no choice

We stand, we argue
Then my tormented face is finally kissed by his clenched fist

Stunned, I stagger back
Looking up, searching the sky, asking why

Visible from heaven above
I now see a new sort of love

Loving myself will set me free
As if struck by a lightening bolt
His fist launches my revolt

I know I must go
Jess and Daniel, my helpless children
My love for you I will forever show

His assault is not my fault
A way of thinking I must halt

My children and I start anew, finding a new truth
Self-reliance is our fount of youth

Hands to my face, sobbing with no trace
I will survive and I can thrive

I have beaten the tyrant
Overcome my fears
Having shed far too many tears

Dependent on no one
I have prevailed
Tyrant, tears and fears


Tyrant Haiku

The clock's time is off.
Like a capricious tyrant,
my cell is bothered.

A Tyrant

finds ease in cutting corners
difficulty in shedding light in the dark
such a mortal’s combat is just

he thinks

no evils lurk in capacity
from heights beyond notice
because capacity is the just

he persuades

the sky screeches
the ground bellows
cries flat line and streams of pain mark the surface

for the wondering

the mortal calls it justice

and for the unjust

who finds ease on a mere strip
who sheds light in the midst of havoc
is a such a mortal’s combat not just?

one would think

can evil find shelter in this capacity
or call home stolen property
simply because

is unpersuasive

and when the sky whispers again
and the ground whimpers
laughter will fill the air
tears of joy will mark a blemished surface

for the wondering

such mortal calls this hope

The Tyrant

The Tyrant

How cruel is love:

That it might entice a statue ,
Then forsake it when it move.

That it might crown a man Emperor, 
Then banish him from his kingdom.

That it might deliver a man from the gallows,
Only to have him murdered by its own hand.

Oy vey, Of all the tyrants known to man,
There is none crueller then unrequited love.


Tyrant Blues

You ruled your home like a tyrant
Everyone was afraid
That you'd come home one day and take
The coins out of their arcade

You ruled your home like a tyrant
You made everybody cry
On her wedding day your daughter left
Without looking you in the eye

You ruled your home like a tyrant
Kept chains on all the wheels
I once watched your son crawl down the road
To see how concrete feels

You ruled your home like a tyrant
With your torch and your masonry nails
Family nights were just an excuse
To pass notes saying "Get out of jail"

You ruled your home like a tyrant
That's no way to treat a spouse
Even I would hold my breath
Whenever setting foot in that house 

You ruled your home like a tyrant
Dead parakeets everywhere
On hot days we could catch the smell
Of burning animal hair 

You ruled your home like a tyrant 
I hope you proved your point
There's no one determined
As a broad-faced German 
with his nose so out of joint.

The Tyrant, the Man, My Dad

You made my childhood scary,
I feared you when I was bad.
Trying so hard to make you happy,
The tyrant, the man, my dad.

I waited patiently everyday,
To hear those three little words.
“I love you” was all you needed to say,
But they were rarely heard.

Teaching me about life’s little things,
I loved every moment of time.
Sometimes thinking and hoping too,
That your heart was completely mine.

Like every child, I brought disappointment,
When you yelled I was meek and scared.
Trying to show you that I could be good,
And you would show me you cared.

I failed in so many ways,
I could never quite get it right.
Eventually I stopped trying so hard,
And ended my daily fight.

Years went by and I grew up,
You grew older and started to change.
I started to see the love you showed,
It was foreign and totally strange.

My wedding day, I’ll never forget,
Saying you were proud and loved me too.
Even though they were seldom heard,
I knew those words were true.

No more pedestals or illusions grand,
I can finally see what’s real.
Seeing inside your heart and soul,
You began to truly feel.

Our time was so limited you passed away,
And now I’m left alone to cry.
I had one last talk with you,
But didn’t say goodbye.

No more chances for words unsaid,
I can’t tell you about the hate and pain.
In all this time I finally let go,
Just look at all I’ve gained.

Here I am, your youngest girl,
I have so much to be grateful for.
I want so desperately to share with you now,
Please walk through my door.

I’m just here waiting to see you again,
With a smile and that twinkle in your eye.
My heart is filled with love for you Dad,
The brightest star in my sky.

Someday I hope to see you again,
To regale our memories past.
For now I’ll reminisce all alone,
And watch as old shadows are cast.

I love you, I hate you, I miss you…
The tyrant, the man, my dad.

The Domestic Tyrant

His rule is, Obey!
His iron fist our guidance
and his vengeance swift.
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Thoughts of a Blond Tyrant

coltscoach56
When summer rain, tackles the sun. Blinding the willing, and then again none. Directive span, stretching in the sand. From whom, will we demand, this lacking warmth. you may say, I have gone daft. that you may be right. Locked in this mental, waking frustration. what am I to do? sit and view the blond fool, who offers nothing but lies, for the willing. those who choose the reed, stretching to no where. only the fragile greed, of peace bought with the lives, gone then past, this i will not tolerate, this lying path. Now the rain is more tempting, drops big, hitting hard. these i can tolerate, pain no longer the choice, wet is better then knowing, that the blond mongrel has no regard.

Another Tyrant Crumb

Osama Bin Laden, hiding is he,
not like a man but like a flea.
Long it won't be till he is found,
Americans are, the "True Blood Hounds,"
Another coward like Houssein,
will be captured and refrained.
Thinking himself invincible,
eventually he will take a fall.
Smile's they wear on their face,
a frown will soon take it's place.
Like the desserts sand of wind gust,
you'll crumble, Bin Laden, back into dust.
Only the good enter God's gate,
in his line, don't dare wait!
You've earned your grade very well,
your graduation day is Hell.
The Red, White and Blue still waves,
standing for the free and the brave.
They'll take you down, our heroes,
and that's how this American Story goes!

My Heart Is a Deafening Tyrant

My heart is a deafening tyrant
Eager to bring its horde to bear
At Waterloo . 
Crushing what little resistance 
I offer in hasty retreat 
No quarter given
No white flag flown
Once the carnage is complete
All that will remain
Is the echo of you

Premium Member a 'tyrant-a-sour-ass' rump

be...
in charge
of...the playground now...

and...cries "it's my ball"...
threats
to...

all...
in range
of...a spoiled childs cries...

any good job i ever worked had its
applicant tests for such as relevant
personality and intellectual traits,
technical experience and knowledge

t-rumps's only test was of his greed and bull levels


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Premium Member Babangida

In this mess, we called a country, the destroyers lived among 
Babangida once terrorized us with Khaki, failures affect all,
Ruled as a tyrant forgetting the future, had power but looted the country, 
A mere servant of a few days, served themselves, retired with stolen wealth 
Hounded men to the gallows for speaking the truth, 
Incensed by the arrogance of Power, impoverished helpless million 
Maradona was never a name of honor to the crooks      


Bowed his head in shame in Minna, 
Afraid of leaving Nigeria where criminals like him are protected 
Destruction has not paid off, The Nigeria you destroyed stares at you
Afraid to walk the street they never built, among the people they defrauded
men without vision, stalled a nation, forced together by guns
Obstructers became leaders through guns, greatness now mockery   
Systemic failure set in motion, evil genus institutionalized corruption 
In this same mess, we called a country.

Babangida, where are all your guns that ruined Nigeria?  
Are you happy now, can you walk freely among those killed?
Boneheaded barrack boys took advantage of massive docility 
Apprentice without brains, the cynosure of profligates, & fraudsters 
Nigeria, ruined beyond recovery as malefactors are emboldened 
Generalissimo of morons, bearing arms, looted the gulf proceeds 
In the same mess we called a country   
Detestable men and fickle fin protected by guns
Afflicted us in Nigeria till this day

Premium Member Innocent Son of a Tyrant

Father and son in the same world, facing opposite directions
both consciences battle it out in the ring beneath the palace
if his father won’t be in hell,  he will be five minutes late
a man of no honour, less reverenced than his own white horse
this young man hawks kindness to his people to see the difference
but they are ravaged by the fungal itch of his dad
his hands are open to ease them of their pain from blisters
they reject from the perceived smell of the palace’s butchery
the man sitting on the throne flunks his people’s welfare
to the son, without their love, there’s no freedom
what is the use of a conglomerate without loyal employees?
why should the affliction of a people be a mortal’s delicacy?
in his dad’s chapter of the kings’ chronicles
he forbids the nation’s historians to write down his name.
if he’ll be the next leader, his father’s portrait will be painted in red.

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